Testo Sick Sermon - New Bomb Turks
Testo della canzone Sick Sermon (New Bomb Turks), tratta dall'album The Night Before The Day The Earth Stood Still
Here we go again
Hear the preaching stylings of a faithless man
Hair's thick, but words are just as thin
I don't forgive, I forget your sins
You can lie, cheat, steal, I ain't telling
Middle finger ain't pointing
I'm a fryar with a lie, a priest with the creeps
A straight-A student holding cheating sheets
Those who can do, those who can't just meek
Sick sermon with a sick backbeat
Getting nowhere fast
Is a slow, slow, slow process
But the wits better come out quick
I don't forgive, I forget your sins
You can lie, cheat, steal, I ain't telling
Middle finger ain't pointing, yeah
I'm a fryar with a lie, a priest with the creeps
A straight-A student holding cheating sheets
All those who can do, those who can't just meek
Sick sermons with a sick backbeat
My altar's replate
With cheap ass wine and stained sheets
My prayers trip up off my teeth
I don't forgive, I forget your sins
You can lie, cheat, steal, I ain't telling
Middle finger ain't pointing, whoa!
I'm a fryar with a lie, a priest with the creeps
A straight-A student holding cheating sheets
All those who can do, those who can't just meek
Sick sermons with a sick backbeat
Woo!
Alright, let's go, go
Woo!
Credits
Writer(s): Eric Davidson, Samuel Brown, Matthew Reber, James Weber
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